... move a muscle.


The kitten shook her head disapprovingly.

‘I think that we both need to acknowledge that there is a considerable amount of work that needs to be done before you can become a cat,’ she said, sadly.

‘I think that you might be right,’ said Alice, equally sadly.  ‘For I am not sure that I could actually eat a mouse (or at least not a raw one),’ she added, quietly.

‘In that case,’ said the kitten, ‘let us part for now and we will say no more about it.

‘I will tell Dinah that you are all right,’ she added, ‘and then I will come straight back to keep an eye on you.’

In another instant the kitten was gone again.

‘Oh dear,’ said Alice, to herself.  ‘I did so much want to be a cat, but at least I tried it and now I know that there is so much more to it than I ever imagined.’

She looked around.

‘Whatever shall I do now?’ Alice asked herself.

‘I have come too far to go back,’ she continued, ‘and even if I could go back, I am not sure that I would know the way.  What is to become of me?’

Poor Alice felt so despondent that she sat down on the ground and she began to sing softly to herself …


‘Fairy, fairy, light and airy,

Whither doest thou blow?

With gusts and gales and bursts of hail,

I know not where I go.


‘Oh, I  ...

‘Fairy, fairy, light and airy …’